I burn now

I dream of a space of freedom with nomad royalty drifting the landscape pursuing fragments of paradise

I desire dark elves and androgynous gods free in their bondage submitting only to desire rubbing sliding together in ecstasy

I see the visions of green waters golden lights laughing faces singing voices together in the abundant now

I feel the world blowing past on wheels and sails and wings we move absorbed in the dance of our holiness

I come into this world my righteous inheritance the blood in my veins crackles and joy burns away the mundane

Walking between downpours

That salmon pink of the living autumn
leaves me breathless in the teasing drizzle

lost in profundities of cloud and sky,
revelatory
in how they hide the distance from me

shaping a space bound by seagull cries
and the gentle rhythm of the waves.